A Mother at Death
We felt her voice lift joyous from that deathbed.
She wasn’t a poet; but was. Her last poem: her final breath.
It left without a word, as if the most peaceful sound ever said.
And we wept.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications including Anti-Heroin Chic. His website is www.JoeBisicchia.com.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.